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Marina doted over her pregnant daughter, adorned in fine brocades, reassuring her that it was certain to be a either a baby boy or a girl of such great beauty she would eclipse them both. Gerald, I mean, not Madame Valade. . Several men and women were piled there like wood, dead, horribly gored. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. But in his presence a wall of diffidence and timidity encompassed her.
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